teacher says lewis won’t be coming back to school.

he got himself killed yesterday

playing in the sandbank. it

buried him.

he was alone.

lewis was always alone,

down in that sandbank,

making big sand cities

that he limped away from when his ma

called him home for dinner,

big sand cities willie pettibone and those boys

came in and wrecked

so lewis’d have to start again.

this time the sand slid right down on top of lewis

and buried him

in the very city he was building.

i am being buried, too,

in all this whiteness.